Disclaimer: sigh By this point, you should realize that everything on this site is fan-made and not done by anyone who owns this stuff. Woohoo. In short, I don't own HP or Sleep by MCR.

Okay, much as I want to write this chapter, I seem to have NO inspiration right now… but I never do. And I really ought to write some more. (What am I saying? I have fanfics that I haven't updated in a year.) Anyway, hope you enjoy.

IMPORTANT: I'm experimenting with ways to do the titles (which are all lyrics from songs). So, do you prefer Ch 1 (no lyrics), Ch 2 (title, then lyrics) or this (title in bold inside the lyrics)?

Also, please review! I discovered (via the newly discovered stat page) that I have people with Story Alert. You know who you are… I haven't gotten any reviews from you. I don't get it.

Chapter 3

And through it all,

How Could You Cry For Me?

'Cuz I don't feel bad about it.

So shut your eyes,

Kiss me goodbye,

And Sleep.

The crash echoed across the twisted landscape. Dianna started running again. She could feel the shadow of the clouds follow her. Every step she took, the dark mass came closer, occasionally letting out a burst of blinding light. It rumbled like an unknown creature in the dark.

She saw the shadow creep in front of her, and she didn't dare look up. She knew the storm was right above her.

That's when the rain started.

Drops the color of sunset pooled on the ground, turning her world a deep red. The liquid rose above her waist, and she waded through in a panic.

It wasn't long before she was swimming in bright blood. As the growing lake of blood pulled her under, she reached a weak hand up to touch air for the last time.

She felt her face pressed into the deep red…

"You know, I'm right next door. If you could scream louder next time, maybe you'll wake the poor folks in Hogsmead. Now, I need sleep, so shut up." Malfoy lifted the red pillow off her face, slinging it over his shoulder and glaring sleepily.

He was gone before Dianna was awake enough to say anything.

That had to be the worst dream she ever had. The dream combined everything she feared into one night. Maybe she could make an exception for how much she hated seeing Malfoy's face, if that was the alternative to her nightmare.

Dianna sat up, then carefully climbed out of her bed. She walked out into the dark hall, following it to the bathroom. She turned on the light and walked over to the faucet. She filled the sink with cold water and dunked her face in it, holding her breath as long as she could before she pulled it out. By the time she was finished, the water had warmed from the heat of her flushed face.

She studied herself in the mirror. She was still wide-eyed, and had broken out in a cold sweat. There was no way she could go back to sleep until she had calmed down.

She turned to the bathtub and turned on the water, sitting back as it filled. A bath was exactly what she needed to calm her nerves and wash away the remnant of the dream.

She pulled off her PJs and climbed in, enjoying the sensation of being covered in water. For a moment, she remembered falling beneath the surface of something other than water and shuddered…


She dragged herself back to bed, exhausted. She couldn't even remember how long she had been in the bath.

Dianna got back to her room and looked briefly at the clock. She looked again, staring at the numbers.

4:42

The sun would come up soon, she had about an hour. She could never sleep long once the sun came up, and she was exhausted. It wasn't going to be a fun day.

Despite the fact she wouldn't be getting much sleep, she lay back down and pulled the covers up over her chin.

Of course, as soon as she closed her eyes, she remembered all the times she had the nightmare. The problem with her dreams was that they always repeated themselves, nightmares especially.

She opened her eyes, scanning her room. She had a lot of colors, but she didn't have much red. Anything that reminded her of blood freaked her out. It was one of the reasons she had hated Malfoy's room long before he got there, it was always full of deep reds.

Sighing, she shut her eyes tight, trying to think of something else.

Malfoy.

Malfoy was so ungrateful. Dianna's parents were letting him stay in their house, and he took it for granted. If he acted like that all the time, he must be a real charmer. He was obviously the son of Death Eaters. That was the only way someone could become so haughty and self-centered…

She drifted off to sleep. For the first time she could remember, she didn't have a repeat of the dream.


Dianna stared at the rings around her eyes in the mirror. She stood, not moving, while she listened to the knocking at the bathroom door.

"Oy, are you planning on coming out?"

"This isn't the only bathroom in the house, Malfoy. There's another down the hall."

"Yeah, I know. But I don't even want to know how long you've been in there. It can't be healthy to be in that room so long."

"I wouldn't be worried about someone else's health, if I were you. I'd be worried about my own."

"I'm fine, thanks for asking."

"Someone's going to knock your pretty teeth out someday."

"Wow, I didn't know you thought I was good looking."

Dianna couldn't think of anything to say in response. "You're such a prick. Leave me alone."

"And after that talk you gave me about judging people yesterday… hypocrite."

Thankfully, Dianna could hear his footsteps retreat down the hall.

She groaned, burying her face in her arms. "Well, I have to go out and face the world sometime."

She reached into the medicine cabinet, pulling out a couple bottles. She carefully applied concealer to the dark lines under eyes, then added baby powder. She examined her handiwork closely. "It'll do. At least I won't look like a walking corpse."

"And you talk to yourself, too. Are you mentally ill?"

"MALFOY!"

"And if you're trying to improve the way you look… I'm sorry, there's nothing that can be done. Even magic can't help you there. Besides, anyone with enough skill to at least make you less ugly would run at the sight of you."

"I thought you had left already, eavesdropper."

"And I thought you'd be out of there by now. Is there a portal to another world in there? Can I see?"

"You perv."

"Why, Dianna! I can't believe you thought of it that way! And you accuse me, an innocent bystander, of being a perv…"

"You enjoy this, don't you?"

"It's fun torturing sleepy, annoying girls."

"What makes you think I'm sleepy?"

"Well, either you're sleepy or you're turning into a raccoon… which would be an improvement, by the way… and besides, no one screams that much in the middle of the night and wakes up refreshed."

"Oh…" She remembered Malfoy waking her up from the nightmare. "Yeah."

"What the hell scares you that much, anyway?"

"I'm tired, not stupid, Malfoy."

"Could've fooled me."

"Very funny."

"Really. What makes you tick?"

"A jerk like you."

"Aww… I'm hurt, Dianna. I feel like you don't like me now. You really should apologize."

"In your dreams."

"Ooh… all sorts of things happen in dreams, Dianna. And you just said you'd be in mine… mmm…"

Dianna was at a complete loss of anything to say. So she just did what seemed like a good idea.

She screamed.

Then, she opened the bathroom door. Malfoy was wearing that same stupid smirk. She slapped him right across the face, hard.

"Ow! Hey, what the hell was that for?"

"You are just horrible!" She turned and walked down the stairs to the main hall.

"Well, at least I got you out of the bathroom."


She was already halfway done with breakfast when Malfoy came downstairs. His hair was wet, and he had a towel slung over his shoulder.

"Hey, that looks good. Can I get some?"

"If you want something, go ask the House Elves. But you can't have what I'm having."

"Oh? Why not?"

"Because the house elves make it a special way, and they won't do it for anyone else."

"Ah, well. In that case, it might be better for my health to avoid what you're eating. So where do you keep the little slaves?"

Dianna slowly dropped her fork and turned to him, eyes narrowed. "In my house, Malfoy, we don't keep slaves. The house elves are free to leave if they decide they don't like it here."

"Well, that's stupid. Then you have to make sure you're nice to them so that they'll stay and do work."

"Exactly, Malfoy. Of course, I see how that would be a problem for you. You can't seem to be nice to anyone, so you'd have to find some sick, masochistic elf to be able to keep one."

Malfoy walked to the hall, then turned around. "I still don't know where they are."

Dianna heaved a heavy sigh. "Down the hall, the green door on the right."

"Thanks."

Dianna shoveled down the rest of her breakfast as quickly as she could, then stepped outside.

She walked through the main garden, picking a small cherry tomato and popping in her mouth. She opened the gate in the back corner and walked to a large tree next to the wall.

It looked like a normal tree, except for the fact that there were loaves of bread growing from the branches. Some looked normal, others were greenish and small. She picked a ripe loaf and started munching.

Suneku peeked through the open gate, then ran over to Dianna.

"Hey, buddy." Suneku clambered onto her lap, curling up like a cat.

"I wonder when you'll learn to fly?" Suneku stretched out his wings, giving them an experimental flap.

"I guess that you're still too young for me to expect anything soon." Dianna finished her breadfruit and lifted Suneku by the waist.

"Wanna know what flying feels like?" She cradled him in her arms and left the garden, carefully shut the gate behind her. She walked to a door in the house, opened it and pulled out her Firebolt.

The broom was customized, with a polished mahogany finish. 'Firebolt +' was engraved in the handle, filled with dark green paint.

She climbed onto it, then carefully put Suneku on the broom. When the broom took off, Suneku clung to the broom. Once they had been flying awhile, however, he spread his wings and squeaked happily.

Dianna guided the broom over the house, eventually settling down on a flat part of the roof.

This was her secret spot. There was an entrance into an attic of the house here, and for some reason there was no way to get there from inside the house. She opened the hatch and climbed inside, carrying Suneku with one arm and her broom with the other.

There wasn't much in the dark room, she could only put in what she could carry on her broom. There were bean bags strew about randomly, and the wood walls were painted a swirl of greens, blues, silvers and black. She set Suneku and the floor and sat down on a beanbag, looking about. The only fairly large piece of furniture was a small bookcase, which she had built herself.

Of course, she could have used magic to do everything, instead of relying on other means. Technically she wasn't supposed to use magic except when her parent gave her lessons, but they didn't mind if she used spells as long as she was careful. But for some reason, she didn't want to rely on magic to help her here.

It was a silly sentiment, but there was something about doing things yourself that made things so much more interesting. So, the only magic she had used in making this place was the magic in her broom.

The bookshelf was covered in almost more books than it could hold. She had all sorts of genres, styles and authors; all in mixed-up order. The books in her room were sorted alphabetically. For some reason, she loved the stark contrast.

Suneku curled on another bag, and for a moment everything was silent. Then, she heard a crash from downstairs.

"What in bloody hell was that?" Suneku stood up, cocking his head. "I'll be right back."

She grabbed the Firebolt and dashed out the hatch. She flew down, dropping the broom as soon as she landed. She ran to the kitchen, which was beneath her hideaway. Malfoy was standing in the narrow hall that led down, shuddering and staring at a thousand little pieces of glass on the floor.

"Malfoy… you really did it this time, didn't you?" Dianna recognized the glass on the floor. One of the decorations in the hall was a colored glass dragon, with a black snake and a white snake twirling around it. It was one of her favorite decorations. It had been put out of reach, so that you couldn't bump into it accidentally. You had a try to knock it down.

She looked at the wall. The shelf the dragon had been set on was tipped to one side, one of the supports on the floor.

"How could you do that?"

"But… I, uh…" Malfoy looked very freaked out.

Ms. Goldet appeared. "Christ… you two, get out of here, immediately."

Dianna started to move, but realized that Malfoy was still frozen in the hall. She walked over to him, grabbed his arm and pulled him out of the hall. She noticed that his breathing was heavier than normal.

"What's with you? Are you claustrophobic?" Dianna continued to pull him along, stopping in the receiving room.

Malfoy's breathing returned to normal and he straightened up. "Even if I was, I don't need your help. So don't ever touch me."

"Well, maybe next time you can move yourself instead of staring like an idiot at broken glass."

"At least I didn't do anything else. You probably would've freaked out and fallen face first into the glass."

"You're the one who looked freaked. Besides, why the hell did you knock it down in the first place? That shelf isn't something you can casually knock down."

"It was an accident. I bumped into the wall, whoever put it there was an idiot."

"And you're a complete asshole. You think I believe that?"

"So you're accusing me of being a liar. What a prissy know-it-all." He had that smug smile he always had whenever he knew he was getting on her nerves.

"I really don't get you, Malfoy. We're letting you live in our house, but you're treating us like servants. Especially me. Why the hell do you have such a grudge against me? Or do you treat everyone like this, because you're too much of a prick to be nice to anyone, and you feel so threatened by everyone else that you have to insult them just to make them feel small.

"Well, you know what Malfoy? I am so much better than you, and you prove it every time you insult me." Dianna exhaled deeply, feeling less sure of herself now that she had said what she thought of him.

"Oh, you think so? No, I don't insult people because I feel inadequate. I insult people because it's fun to watch people like you get upset. You're so proud and self-righteous, I think it actually does you some good to hear something other than songs of your praises. Of course, I'm sure it's your parent's fault. You're a spoilt brat with barely enough brains to respond when someone challenges the fact that you're some perfect fairytale princess.

"Well, you're going to have to live in the real world, and not everyone is as nice as you think they should be. Hell, you're not even as nice as you think you are. You think you're better than I am, just because my parents don't believe what you do? At best, you're no better than me. But I think that everything you are is just what everyone expects you to be. I don't think you even have original thoughts. Your problem is that you're such a robot, you really care what others think of you, and when it doesn't fit your perfect world you can't handle it and instead decide to show what a stupid bitch you really are."

Dianna let her jaw drop, not able believe everything he had just said. She knew he was a jerk, but this was beyond cruel.

She could feel her eyes start to burn a little. She took a few steps toward Malfoy.

"You bastard!"

Smack.

Dianna retreated to her room while Malfoy stood in the same spot, stunned.

"What in hell?" He touched his cheek, noticing the small spots of blood that came off. Her nails must have scratched him.

"Draco, what just happened?" Mrs. Goldet looked from Draco's bruising cheek to the stairs that led to the bedrooms.

"We were bantering, and she slapped me."

From upstairs, a noise started up, growing louder till Draco could hear the sound of a vocalist screaming something.

"Oh dear. Whatever it was, she's really upset now."

"What is that noise?" Draco placed a finger to his temple, which was starting to throb dully.

"Muggle music. They call it Screaming or something like that. She listens to it a lot, says it makes her feel calmer, though I have no idea how that angry music can have a calming effect. But she only turns it this loud when she's really upset." Mrs. Goldet stared into space, a look of worry on her face.

"Can't you do something about it? That stuff is starting to give me a headache."

"She doesn't like us to talk to her when she gets this upset."

Draco sighed and started toward the stairs.

Mrs. Goldet watched him, then shook her head. "I guess this is something they have to figure out for themselves." She walked toward the hall.


As Draco got closer to the room, he could hear how loud the music really was. The screaming was too loud from downstairs, but this close to the source it was deafening. He could hear the words of the song.

So raise your glass high,

For tomorrow we die

And return to the ashes you call.

The song started to fade out, replaced by what sounded like a fuzzy radio transmission. As he walked to her room in what seemed like slow motion, the music built up until finally the vocalist joined in and the radio sound faded out.

Some say now suffer all the children,

And walk away a savior

Or a mad man and polluted,

From gutter institutions.

It seemed like time was slowing. He thought about everything he had said to her.

Don't you breathe for me,

Undeserving of your sympathy,

If someone had said stuff like that to him, he would have been upset. He had told her that she had no real self.

'Cuz there ain't no way that I'm sorry for what I did.

Draco stood in front of her door, examining the deep green of the door.

And through it all,

How could you cry for me?

'Cuz I don't feel bad about it.

So shut your eyes, kiss me goodbye,

And sleep.

Just sleep.

What do you say after something like that?

The hardest part…

He cracked open the door, as quietly as he could. Of course, she probably couldn't hear anything over this racket, but it was better to be careful.

is letting go of your dreams.

A drink, for the horror that I'm in.

He could see her, holding an imaginary mike and screaming into it, her face contorted in an angry sneer as she spat out the words one at a time.

For the good guys and the bad guys,

For the monsters that I've been.

Draco pushed the door farther, taking a step into the room. "Dianna?" Despite the fact he had almost shouted, his voice sounded soft.

Three cheers for tyranny,

Unapologetic apathy,

Dianna stopped screaming into the mike, turning to him briefly. She reached for the radio and turned down the volume.

'Cuz there ain't no way that I'm comin' back again.

"Listen… I'm sorry about what I said." Draco dug one hand into his pocket and stared at the floor.

And through it all,

He looked up and saw the tears in her eyes. "I…"

How could you cry for me?

"I'm not crying for myself, Malfoy."

'Cuz I don't feel bad about it.

So shut your eyes, kiss me goodbye,

Draco wasn't sure what to say to that.

And sleep.

"Really… I know you don't believe me…"

Just sleep…

"I believe you. Just leave me alone for awhile, please."

The hardest part's the awful things that I've seen.

"Can't you at least let me apologize?" The radio sound had come back again, and he could barely make out a voice.

"Fine. Apologize."

"I'm sorry."

Just sleep…

"I didn't mean what I said."

Just sleep…

"You're forgiven. Now, goodbye."

Just sleep…

Dianna walked toward him, face expressionless. Draco backed up.

Just sleep…

Soon, he was just outside the door. "Bye."

Just sleep…

"Bye." Dianna closed the door slowly.

Just sleep…

As Draco walked away, he tried to peace everything together. For some reason, he really did feel sorry for the nasty things he had said. In fact, he thought of it as a game gotten out of hand. Ever since he had arrived, he and Dianna had had insult battles.

He could hear the song change again in the background.

They're gonna clean up your looks,

With all the lies and the books…

He shook his head and walked down the stairs. He couldn't hear the music from the receiving room anymore.

He walked back up, sitting on the top stair and listening to the whispered screams coming from Dianna's room.

OMG! I finished this in two days! Never mind the fact that it's 1:45 AM on July 4th… and it was past to yesterday morning when I stopped… oh well. I can sleep in peace. Yay. And 14 ½ pages. True, this is because I have very short lines, but it's still a record for me. And I thought the last chapter was long.

NOTES: The end was sorta like a songfic with the music in the background… oh well. For those who noticed, some of the words in the lyrics are not italicized because those words and/or syllables are accented. Also, the part with the lyrics is from Draco's POV.

Extra tidbit! I was getting distracted earlier, and my friend Tenshi-Chan (Wolfiemoon here) mentioned how I was doing so much dialogue. Well, that's because nothing really happens at home, right?

And we came up with this… this clip could be inserted in the scene where Draco's asking about breakfast. I think it's funny (or I hope it is).


"Oh? Why not?"

Suddenly, a gigantic griffin crashed through the window. Dianna screamed, but Malfoy pulled out his wand.

"Begone, beastie!" Malfoy had suddenly developed a Scottish accent.

The griffin took one look at him, then screeched and advanced.

The two circled each other. Dianna, recovering from her shock (how many times does this happen to you in a day?) took a running start and pounced on the creatures back, wrapping her arms around it's neck.

"Get off, you idiot! You'll get yourself killed!"

Indeed, the creature was turning his neck to nip at her arms, giving her a long, thin gash down the right arm. Dianna looked at the blood, screamed, and fell down, fainting dramatically.

"Oh, shit…"

"Don't use foul language in the house, Draco!" Marianne walked into the room and observed the creature and two teens. "Oh dear, what a naughty beastie you are."

The griffin looked at Mrs. Goldet, tears welling up in its eyes.

"Now, if you want sympathy, be a good griffin and don't attack helpless children."

"Hey, I'm not helpless or a child."

The griffin turned to look at Malfoy.

"I mean, uh…. Meep?"

Mrs. Goldet approached the griffin. "Now shoo. Go back to your family, and ask your mommy to reteach you manners."

The griffin let out a defeated sigh and flew out the window.

Dianna finally regained consciousness. "Why did I just have a vision of a griffin jumping through the window?"

"Because it just happened."

"Oh." Dianna went back to her food, watching as her mother left. "Anyway, you can't have my breakfast because the house elves make it a special way, and they won't do it for anyone else."


We also made this little rhyme, based off of… well, nevermind.

Dialouge, the magical fruit;

The more you eat, the more reviews;

The more reviews, the better you'll feel;

So add some dialogue at every meal.


WTF?

Just… R'n'R.